''How do you save your poetry''
Question mark.
I type on Google
And I can’t differenciate whether I’m looking for formats or collections
Or carefully structured sentences safe and sound
To cover my inhibitions
So once, I've written
Once, I've made sense
I will no longer be allowed
To revisit the wonder, of first discovering reason
Or maybe I’m fighting
Fighting myself
To stop going to the dark place
Of confusion and obtuse meaning
Maybe I’m trying, to save meaning
Maybe I'm just looking, for what is worth saving
Maybe I just need to remember, what I am saying
Because I keep forgetting
Who I am ?
What am I, supposed to be?
And these daily life questions, cannot have the mercy
Of being inside my mind again because
I will not be better
I have been better
And Wither will my will
And wither will my life
I hope to save both
But how to bring back something
That has already died
